Chapter 2 — Nguyet Lac Vo Tuong

When I learned that my opponent was Phong Nhu Du, a sword cultivator who rivaled my senior brother's reputation, two words immediately came to my mind - escape. The second senior brother held a sword in his hand and stood blocking the door of the cave, his eyes clearly showing the meaning - "If you don't take the test, I will cut you on the spot." So I had to trudge up to the stage, facing Phong Nhu Du - elegant, with an extraordinary temperament, the tips of my ears and the corners of my eyes were slightly red... At that moment, for the first time, I shed tears of regret. It's not that he regrets having to compete, but he regrets that... in the past, when he was young and impulsive, he gave his destiny sword a name... that was unmatched. Below the stage, the disciples of the different circuits were still arguing loudly about whether to bet on me or on Phong Nhu Du. But I just thought - this battle has just ended, I have to carry the prepared bag and run down the mountain as quickly as possible. The opening drum sounded, Phong Nhu Du summoned his destiny sword "Tuy Tam", the sword light flickered, the atmosphere was calm. And I... still stand still like a stone statue. Not wanting to take advantage when I had not yet published the sword, he said in a deep voice: "Junior sister, although Phong may be worse than you, I still hope you will seriously respond to the fight." I could only sigh, staring at him with complaining eyes, then poured my energy into my dantian, opened my mouth and shouted: "Save me~~~!" The echo of my cry for help can echo around three pillars, but unfortunately my destiny sword is not interested in its owner. Anyway, the name I gave that year... had no majesty or dominion, and even now I'm embarrassed to call it. If you want to invite it to come to your aid, you must at least sincerely shout three times, and maybe it will "respect" you and appear. Therefore, I ignored the panicked eyes of my fellow students below the stage, and kept shouting with all my might: "Save life! Save life! Save life!" Sure enough, my destiny sword flew back from the horizon, but... unexpectedly, on the hilt of the sword, there was still a package of Ma Ma Lat that I hadn't put in my stomach last time. Chili powder flew everywhere, along with a spicy smell that rushed straight into the nose. “I cough… it's so spicy!” "My eyes! My eyes—!" "What is this? Chili powder? Ah... it's so spicy I want to cry!" So, this sect's final match ended with Phong Nhu Du winning the championship, and I... was sentenced to a three-month detention. It is said that that day, the "chili powder rain" not only made fellow disciples so spicy that they shed tears, but even the elders sitting in the upper seats, because they were not careful enough, were also so spicy that... tears fell. If it weren't for my master's timely intervention, I'm afraid this time I would have been locked in a private room for three consecutive years. I must thank my master for still reaching out to save this incompetent disciple at the last minute. Right before officially leaving for detention, Phong Nhu Du suddenly came to the door. "Last time, due to an unexpected incident, I never really fought with junior sister. This title of champion... Phong realized that he was not worthy. Waiting for junior sister to finish her detention, I hope to be able to compete honestly and honestly again." Sister, sister, sword practice in my mind all year round, all month long, there are only those words. I silently pouted, speechless. What surprised me was - he didn't make a sarcastic comment about the name "Life Saver" of my destiny. After the last competition, wherever I went, I heard my fellow students talking about this, especially when they were rumored to be "hidden arrogance". so" bet a ton of spirit stones on me, only to end up holding a grudge and losing everything... So the fact that I was locked up, frankly speaking, was because I wanted to go in there to hide from those prying eyes. I tactfully refused his request to "retest" and took Cuu Mang to slowly walk towards the forbidden area. Unexpectedly, Phong Nhu Du stood in front of me, his ears turned red, his voice suddenly became hesitant and difficult to say: "Senior sister... please stop." I looked up in surprise and saw that even his ears were a little red. “Senior sister, on the day of the great competition, I realized that your Life Saving and my Sui Tam… sword veins have the same origin. This sword tassel is also from the same source, very beneficial for protecting the sword spirit.” Having said that, he held out before me a sword of wisdom, the very thing he had always held tightly in his hand. I don't dare accept it. Because who doesn't know - in the world of sword cultivators, giving sword wisdom is the expression of one's mind. Doesn't receiving it mean tacitly reciprocating? Furthermore, this sword wisdom is exactly like the thread hanging from his sword. But it was true that it was from the same source. As soon as Cuu Mang saw it, he immediately shook the hilt of his sword, eagerly wanting to hook up that sword of wisdom. I quickly pressed the hilt of the sword, intending to refuse. Who would have thought that Phong Nhu Du would, as expected, directly thrust the sword of wisdom into my palm. “Phong Mo does not force junior sister anything. It's just this strand of wisdom sword, if it's not paired with a sword that matches its destiny, it's just a decoration, it's like burying it." His face was so sincere that it was difficult to refuse, but Cuu Mang was in a commotion and refused to calm down. I had to take off the old wisdom sword thread, put it away, and then hook up this new thread. As soon as the change was finished, Cuu Mang immediately radiated a strangely cheerful aura, making us surprised. But before that surprise could fade, right in front of the gate of the forbidden area, I saw - Senior Brother, holding a sword, standing there, his eyes cold as ice. ! Thinking about the fish that had entered my stomach, I instinctively wanted to find a way to hide. But senior brother really has sharp ears and eyes. Before I could even move, that cold gaze swept straight at me. I couldn't avoid it, I could only silently groan, carry my sword and step closer. Senior Brother's face was much colder than before the retreat. I originally thought that I would definitely be punished for this. Unexpectedly, without a word, he walked directly into the forbidden area with me. “Big brother? Why did you come with me into the forbidden area?” Because I have a habit of being startled, my voice inevitably carries some reserve. “Master said, recently you have been lazy in cultivating, and your speech and behavior have also been inconsistent. I was not strict with the discipline, so you were punished. Order me and you to enter the forbidden area to practice.” He tilted his head, lowered his eyes to look at me for a moment, then his eyes slowly stopped at the hilt of my sword. The voice suddenly became colder, like a thin blade sweeping across the heart: “It seems that during the days of my seclusion, junior sister did not lack others to show kindness. Just how good is he to you, to make you take down the sword of wisdom I gave you and replace it with his?" My fingers trembled slightly on the hilt of the sword. What happened just now was really hard to refuse, to the point that I almost forgot... The sword of Salvation's wisdom was originally woven for me by senior brother, the day I was recognized by Salvation. That thread and sword wisdom above Senior brother's sword hilts — were originally a pair. That year, although the master accepted me as a disciple, he only wanted to wander around the world all day. The one who truly taught me how to enter the sect and guided me to grow up was the senior brother. I like senior brother, for a long, long time. However, in his eyes, I am still just a little junior sister raised by him. The day I received that sword wisdom, I naively thought that... my senior brother also liked me. But for so many years, he has never responded to my feelings directly. If it weren't for that, I wouldn't have gotten to the point where I had to go to the stage where I was sick and had to go to the hospital to find that alchemist to buy Hop Hoan Tan... Damn it! If it weren't for wanting to buy Hop Hoan Tan, I wouldn't have brought home the packet of chili powder. If it weren't for chili powder, we wouldn't have failed last time. Without failure, I naturally would not have dragged Hop Hoan Tan to test poison on the second senior brother. If I don't test my second senior brother's poison, I don't need to participate in that damn sect competition. Without the big competition, I wouldn't have lost all face for shouting "Save my life", nor would I have been dragged into detention. Thinking through this chain of cause and effect, my resentful eyes fell straight on my senior brother. The more I thought about it, the angrier I became - all my recent bad luck was because of him, refusing to be by my side, refusing to respond to me, but always treating me too well, causing me to give birth to so many baseless delusions.